This morning I visited my friend, Pamela. Pamela's children grew up playing with Merry Jennifer and Clay. Even though we live about twelve miles apart, each of our lives have become so busy with work and family and other things, that we rarely see Pamela and Philip.
Visiting Pamela is always a treat. Her homestead is wild, yet tame in areas.
I walk cautiously when I'm at Pamela's because Pamela respects all wild critters, whether it's frogs, birds, lizards or snakes. Often these critters make themselves at home on the porches.
Collections of natural objects fill crooks and crannies.
Onion plants air out on a chair.
Tomatoes ripen among crystals of various shapes and sizes.
Pamela personifies the term Mother Earth. Their family are vegetarian so all the vegetables are grown on their place.
As we walked around her yard this morning, I heard bullfrogs croaking in the fern beside this pond.
Philip cuts trees for a living and has just recently gone back to work after a terrible accident when a tree jack-knifed and broke several bones in his body. "Good Morning, Philip."
In this photo Pamela and I are sitting at the pool area looking toward their bedroom, a screened-in gazebo. They both love the night sounds and have slept on mattresses in this gazebo for years.
Solar powered icycles collect energy during the day and emit a soft glow at night.
After an hour long visit I brought Pamela back to my house so she could see my flowers. It was the first time in my life I have given Pamel flowers to take home instead of her bringing me flowers.
Thanks, Pamela for a wonderful visit and a time to reflect on where we started, both with very young children and both relatively new to the area, and thanks for a chance to feel blessed for all that we have.
And in the sweetness of friendship
Let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
And let there be no purpose in friendship
Save the deepening of the spirit.
.Kahil Gibran
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